About Me:

Who: Me (Eric. I'm not explaining that anymore.)

So, dear reader, you are curious as to what sort of man would create such a travesty a node such as this on the web?

Who could have done this? Was he, as a lad, afflicted with a mental disorder that has left him strangely deranged?
Perhaps placed in a burlap sack and beaten with reeds when he was insolent?

Sadly, no.

Quite ordinary; he wishes to be different. Like everyone else.

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And now for something completely different:

This section is completely new and original (well ok, it's not really. I actually wrote some of it awhile ago. But, I copied it all onto one page and added lots of new content for this "new" page; it is original.)

Created in a brief moment of clarity, this information is approved by government agencies the world over, and has been created especially for your enjoyment, utilizing only the finest of html and css components for your visual entertainment. Not much of it is in any sort of recognizable form, it's a mish-mash of bits about, well, me. It's purpose? To explain and clarify a few things. What things? Well, these things. That are following what I'm writing here. Down there.

Born on the fridged shores of Duluth, Eric was raised by a pack of wolves. Forced to kill or be killed, he quickly rose through the ranks due to his curious ability to walk up-right and turn door-knobs, having opposable thumbs. In this cut-throat environment he learned that the key to survival consisted of a good breakfast with lots of fiber, and to always look both ways before crossing the street. People are always incredulous, skeptical even, when I tell them this story. Well, let me tell you, fiber is a very important part of a balanced breakfast. Just ask the Surgeon General; he wouldn't lie to you!

Working closely with Bob the Angry Flower, Eric's only goal is total world domination.

Age: 32 33 34 35 (This is so I don't forget how old I am and have to count it out on my fingers like last time.)

What, you may be asking yourself, could such a fellow look like.

My faith.

Occupation: Senior Mechanical Design Tech (click for details)
*Ahem* Occupation: Associate Software Engineer.

Hobbies: Riding Motorcycle (obviously)
Running (hey, it keeps me in shape and it's kinda fun once you get used to it)
Photography & camping (I recently purchased another camera and have been taking lots of pictures and learning quite a bit about photography)
Coupled with photography is my love for nature and the out-of-doors; nothing is better than camping!

This web page should be considered a hobby, but it's going under the "huge waste of my life" category, instead.

Trying to explain to my parents every weekend why I'm not married with a ton of kids and a white picket fence and the whole deal. (They keep asking, I keep telling them that it's not going to happen)

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Right!
So, you're perhaps wondering about some of the bitterness, angst, and often out right miserableness that I display in the midst of all of this humor on this nonsensical web page. First, I recommend that you check out the scope of this web page, see what it is is all about; here.

Then, after you've done that you should check out this section here.

By this time, you should have a pretty good understanding of what I'm all about. If that doesn't do it, this section, which is perhaps the most telling of all, should.

Basically if you look around this web page, you will see that my maniacal obsession with my own bitterness is often little more than a sham, put on for your enjoyment.

Or is it?

Never-the-less, it is just a web page; it is only a pale reflection of myself, although some sections are quite telling, they do not paint a picture of me that is as accurate as I pretend for it to be.

So, gentle reader, if you have some concerns about my well being and state of mind, let it please you to know that I'm still out here, doing the things that I do, and I'm going to keep on doing them, because, frankly, they (and my continued existence) irritate a lot of people, and that, more than anything, pleases me. Greatly. Mwuhahahaha

So, as you sit there and wonder, know that I'm out there. And know I'm watching you. Right now. Through the window, over there...

But, more importantly, I'm ending this sentence with a dangling participle, my chair doesn't work.